"Hahaha..." Yan Xiaoyan clapped her hands and laughed: "Aunt, she likes the pair of beads on your shoes." She turned around and scratched Yan Xiaodie's face: "Are you ashamed?"
After all, she was just a child, and her mind was not that deep. When she saw Yan Xiaoyan making fun of her, she immediately poked her head out of Yan Xiaoxia's arms and refuted: "No, it's obviously because the little aunt doesn't like Xiaodie. She is reluctant to give her pearls to Xiaodie."
Yan Xiaoling was angry and embarrassed, but she couldn't hit Wei Yang in front of her. She had no choice but to say to Wei Yang with a smile, "Aunt, Xiaodie is ignorant..."
Before she finished speaking, her face was already red and filled with shame. She really regretted it so much. She usually thought her sister was naughty, but today she found out that her sister was really unruly.
Wei Yang didn't mind Yan Xiaodie's evil intentions and said softly, "I'll make tea for you."
She rolled up her sleeves slowly and carefully. On the sleeves of the light pink gauze were a pair of butterflies about to fly. Her hands in her sleeves were white and tender, with slender fingertips and white nails that were translucent pink.
She lifted the teapot and slowly poured the tea into the cup, with hot mist filling the air and a dignified demeanor. This was the exquisite beauty that only ladies from noble families could possess, and it was not something anyone could imitate.
"Yan Xiaodie, do you want to be a beautiful girl like your aunt?" Wei Yang asked softly.
Yan Xiaodie bit her lip. She was only five years old, but she knew the difference between her and her aunt. She was a woman who was cultivated by experience and vision.
She is beautiful and out of reach!
"I also want to be a beautiful girl like my aunt." Yan Xiaoyan next to her said softly.
"Okay." Wei Yang turned her head and smiled at Yan Xiaoyan. The light in the car was flickering, making her face look even prettier.
Yan Xiaoyan looked at Wei Yang dreamily and murmured, "Is it really possible?"
She looked more like her father, and was not as good-looking as Yan Xiaoling and her sister, not to mention Yan Xiaoxia and Yan Xiaoli. This was also why she always felt inferior to others, not even as good-looking as her sisters.
If possible, thinking this way, Yan Xiaoyan couldn't help but reach out to touch the teapot on the small square table.
Wei Yang didn't even look at Yan Xiaodie, and said with a smile: "Of course, come over tomorrow and I will teach you etiquette. As long as you work hard, you will definitely be the most beautiful girl in Yancheng."
"Bang."
It was the sound of Yan Xiaodie's feet kicking the square table. She used so much force that she kicked the cup of tea that Weiyang had just brewed on the table and it spilled.
"Don't teach this ugly thing, you have to teach me." Yan Xiaodie stretched her neck and yelled at Weiyang.
The younger uncle is scary, but this little aunt is not even as tall as her older sister, and is small and thin, so I am not afraid of her.
Wei Yang, who was kneeling, suddenly sat up and raised his eyes, his expression slightly angry and his eyes slightly cold. His whole aura suddenly changed drastically, he was intimidating without being angry, and exuded an aggressive edge.
Yan Xiaodie was terrified.
She looked at Wei Yang in front of her with horror: "Little, little aunt."
Yan Xiaoling was even more frightened. If she had known, she would not have brought her sister out. If she angered her aunt, she would have angered her uncle. If she angered her uncle, she would have angered the general's mansion and the entire Yanzhou.
She was about to speak, but Konggu, who was kneeling on the side, winked at her and quickly shut her mouth tightly. Her sister was indeed spoiled. She wondered if her aunt could teach her a lesson.
Yan Xiaodie huddled in Yan Xiaoling's arms and looked up at Weiyang.
The aunt, who was more powerful than her uncle, was staring down at her.